"Feng Tie?" The old man in gray suddenly raised his voice.
"Elder Chen, are you talking about that Feng Tie who spent his whole life forging iron in Dragon King Underground City and never dealt with the outside world?"
Elder Chen picked up his teacup, took a sip, and set it down unhurriedly.
"That's him."
Everyone present fell silent. There was no one seated here who did not know the name Feng Tie.
Dragon King Underground City was the most chaotic place in the Northern Region. Anyone who could survive in a place like that was no simple person, let alone someone like Feng Tie, who had not only survived but had lived his way into becoming a Half-Saint Ninth Layer expert.
And Feng Tie was notoriously hard to deal with. It was not as if no one had gone to seek him out before. Several sects in the Northern Region had sent people to Dragon King Underground City, wanting to discuss cooperation with Feng Tie and buy the Dharma Artifacts he forged.
But Feng Tie had not even let those people through the door. He had driven them away outright.
After that, no one went looking for him again.
Now Elder Chen had suddenly said Qingyang Sect had partnered with Feng Tie and had the exclusive sales rights to all the Dharma Artifacts Feng Tie forged. This news was too sudden—so sudden that the people present did not quite believe it.
"Elder Chen, it's not that I don't believe you, but that man Feng Tie... our Profound Heaven Sect went to see him ten years ago. I went in person, with gifts and Spirit Stones, full of sincerity. And the result? He didn't even look at me properly. He just said, 'Not selling,' and then shut the door."
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